Quiet

One of the nice things about summer being over is that there are more opportunities for quiet. Life seems so fast, so loud and noisy, that it's hard to find the quiet times, and I appreciate them more. With kids, quiet is a rarity, as they try to make themselves heard in the grand scheme of things. Add to that fact that they start at a decibel level somewhere between rock concert and jet airplane, and throw in the TV, the video games, the music, multiply by a few friends and you're on the edge of hearing loss. I'm convinced if I did ever lose my hearing, I'd be OK because I can read my husband's lips from across the room without actually ever hearing what he's saying.

David is at his dad's tonight, and although I'll see him tomorrow after school for a bit, he'll be there this weekend. So I'm down one child. Mackenzie will more than make up for it, but she'll be in preschool tomorrow morning, and with David gone as well, there will be quiet. Will I curl up with a book? Maybe make a fabulous dessert for dinner? I'll be lucky if I can get the laundry done without interrruption.